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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a mission,
Contact's down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's crazy,
me, what is on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be on.
All night my mind's burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in in a city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a mission,
Contact's down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's crazy,
me, what is on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be on.
All night my mind's burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in in a city
I can't come in from the cold
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